For the Glory of the Canon Crew!

[Aerith]

Auditions for Minnie, Scrooge, and Hades.

Username: Aerith
Canons you own: Axel, Aerith, Kairi
Link to RP thread: These Walls

Devastation unlike any she had ever known paralyzed her.

When Mickey had not shown for dinner, Queen Minnie had enlisted everyone's help in searching for him. This was not an unusual occurrence. Mickey often disappeared again shortly after arriving home. But something about this felt different, especially considering the letter he had entrusted to her. As if to remind her, the envelope crinkled in one of her deep pockets.

She would have to read it later. The sight before her eyes right now stole all other thoughts from her.

The Hall of the Cornerstone was no longer the place of warmth and security it had once been. The light of the Cornerstone itself was dimmer, and as Minnie drew closer, she could see the evidence of darkness mingling with the light inside. No longer would it afford them the protection they needed. She could sense that much.

But her eyes were drawn to the elaborate coffin sitting in the middle of the room. Before she approached to see who was inside, she knew. She knew exactly who was in there. He was dead. And her heart broke.

With tears brimming her eyes, she stood beside the coffin, looking down at the face of her dearly beloved husband. Death was kind to him, for he looked so peaceful. It was a peacefulness he had not often had occasion to experience in life. So, in that regard, she supposed, it was a blessing.

She placed a gloved hand against the glass that covered his face. “Mickey... please don't leave me. I know you always do, but you always come back again. Please...”

Tears splashed against the glass, despite Minnie's attempts to contain her sobs. It became increasingly difficult to whisper the cries of her heart. “Who did this to you, dear? What happened to the Cornerstone?”

Her other hand retrieved the letter from her pocket. Brushing away her tears as best she could, she broke the seal and opened the envelope. Mickey's familiar handwriting jumped off the page, and she hugged the letter close to her chest for a moment. Then, she read.

My darling Minnie,

Things are starting to get really confusing. The safety of the worlds is at stake, but I can't figure out what to do. The one person who seems to know all the answers is the Champion, and he isn't exactly offering solutions on silver platters.

If you're reading this, that probably means I'm dead. I know how heart-broken you're probably feeling right now, but you've gotta stay strong like the queen I know you are. Dark days are comin'. I just know it.

Find Sora. He's the hope that we need.

I'll always love you, Minnie. Even death can't stop that.

Mickey

She carefully folded the letter and replaced it within the envelope. She would honor her husband's memory by doing exactly what he had said—staying strong. Their people needed her leadership now more than ever. She wiped away the tears still standing on the glass over Mickey's face.

“I won't let you down, my dear.”

After one last glance up at the semi-corrupted Cornerstone, she turned, the swishing of her dress a hollow echo in the hall, and left.

[Aerith]

Here's Scrooge~
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“'Tis a fine day fer some ice cream!”

The entrepreneurial Scrooge McDuck was hard at work pushing his wares, the famous sea-salt ice cream, onto anyone who came within twenty feet of the makeshift stand he had constructed. Radiant Garden, while not so radiant anymore, had plenty of people who needed refreshment, what with all the construction work that needed doing. Unfortunately, business was not going as usual since the attack by that so-called Champion of Darkness.

Scrooge's precious corner of the market had been all but wiped clean. Where once his shop had stood, now there was nothing but rubble. Luckily, he had managed to save most of his stock. And when he had run out, that old wizard Merlin had been kind enough to send him to Twilight Town to resupply. Merlin's method of travel was not nearly as stable as using a Gummi Ship, but it was much faster. And in business, speed and efficiency were absolutely necessary if you wanted to stay ahead.

Not that there were many competitors in the sea-salt ice cream business. But people around here seemed more concerned with basic needs like shelter and nourishing food than ice cream. What a load of malarkey that was.

His three nephews suddenly tumbled out of their makeshift accessory shop next door. “Uncle Scrooge! Uncle Scrooge!” All three of them were quacking at once, obviously distressed by something.

“What is it, laddies? Have ye found another spider in there? Too scared it'll eat all o' ye?” Scrooge chuckled and adjusted his top hat. His nephews were amusing. He did love them, but sometimes, they could do a number on his old nerves.

“No, Uncle Scrooge. It's nothin' like that!” Hewey said.

“Yeah, we were just, uh... uh... we were just wonderin' if we could have some ice cream! It's hot today!” Those were Louie's two cents.

“Yeah, Uncle Scrooge! Can we have some ice cream? Pleeeeaaase?” Dewey put on the best puppy dog eyes a small duck could.

“Och!” Scrooge exclaimed. “You dinnae think I'm goin' ta give ye all free ice cream?” He laughed. “Nothing's free, my boys! Not even for the lot of ye.” He had entered lecture mode now. There were some thing his nephews could stand to learn, especially about making and keeping munny.

He must have droned on for quite a while, because when he finally finished—with a good shake of his cane for good measure—his nephews had vanished. Scrooge shook his head. Young people these days just had no common sense. Always wanting to goof off when there was perfectly good munny to be made. He made a note to count a small fraction of his munny later. That was always so therapeutic.

[Aerith]

And... Hades.
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Hades knew the Fates. He knew they could be indiscriminately kind and cruel. Well, it was about time they started treating him a little better. He only had so many monsters at his disposal to throw at Herc-the-Jerk before he would have to start looking to recruit outside the Underworld again. And that hadn't turned out all that well in the past. Did he have to do everything himself?

He was pacing the circle of his personal chamber right now, and as per usual, he was muttering out loud to himself. Some people might think he was crazy, but really, it helped fuel the thinking process. “...The girl angle is a no-go, too. That Meg crossed me at least once already, ungrateful little--”

A crash sounded right outside his door, and Hades whirled around, the blue flames on his head temporarily higher as his anger spiked. He glided rather quickly over to the door and threw it open to find Pain and Panic sniveling on the ground. In the form of worms, no less.

He rubbed his temple with two fingers and sighed. “What did you do now?”

“We're not worthy to be in the presence of--”

He lost it then. It was very easy for him to do that. He suddenly erupted in flames and seemed to grow taller. Pain and Panic were almost blown back a couple of feet from the force of the change. “SHUT UP, AND TELL ME WHAT YOU'VE SCREWED UP THIS TIME!”

It took a moment for the two grunts to recover enough to speak. They transitioned back into their usual, stereotypically demonic shapes. “There were people here!” Panic squeaked out nervously.

Patience was quickly running thin again. “And... what does that have to do with anything, exactly? Do tell me. What?”

Pain interjected. “New people! Well. Two new people. There was that one guy we've seen before, right?”

“Yeah, yeah! That guy... uh... Zack! I remember you talking about that Zack guy!” Panic ran in a circle around Pain, then stopped and hid behind him, peeking out at Hades. “Zack was bigger, though! And he left with those other two people! One of them was a girl. A really short girl. And there was another guy, too!”

Hades put a hand to his chin in thought. Maybe, just maybe, he could use these three. Maybe not Zack. Then again, it had been ten years since he had last seen Zack. Besides, there were other ways to get people to do what he wanted. He was very capable in the manipulation department.

He strode past his two minions and out into the Valley of the Dead. The moans of the departed might have been intimidating to many, but to the Lord of the Dead, they could be quite soothing. When he turned back toward Pain and Panic, the green ambiance shifted eerily over his sharp, elongated features.

“Do you think you two can handle letting me know, JUST letting me know, when those three show up again?”

“Sure! Sure, Your Most Lugubriousness!” Both Pain and Panic darted out of Hades' sight faster than Cerberus chased down anything that moved.

I think your days are numbered, Wonder Breath. Don't think you can avoid the Fates forever.

[Fate]

My my, what lovely auditions we have here. Your Minnie audition was done beautifully with all of the emotions you had her convey. Your Scrooge audition then made me break out laughing; very good writing of the Scottish accent there lassie, and good job at getting his character too. Hades was pretty well done too; I liked what you did with him. I think you've got what it takes to be an excellent canon crew member alongside Slash.

1/2 Accepted!

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[Nothingness]

Aww, poor Minnie. That made me sad just reading it. And Scrooge, well, YOU'VE GOT THE ACCENT! And Hades, I like what you're doing with him too. Heh, heh, I can see interesting things happening with all three of your new canons! Wait, I'm getting ahead of myself. *Ahem* Gotta do this officially,

2/2 Accepted